NYC, metropolis by Deborah S Regan to think of me, breathing on the Eastern seaboard, eating a hot dog in Central Park, finding my kouros at the Met Museum, taking the ferry "home" to Staten Island   shaking the Alabama dirt off my hands and groveling in new dirt, I could blink and hope   that the world could find legs, lift itself from its rotting road houses and peer across giant, metal sky-sweepers, (and keep) moving 08/21/2004 Posted on 08/22/2004 Copyright © 2024 Deborah S Regan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/02/06 at 03:01 PM Interesting perception. I've never been there myself, but I Love NY, and anything about it, written or photographed. Posted by Meghan Helmich on 05/15/07 at 08:38 PM yes! nyc is amazing. and it's always a little bit better to someone who comes from the dead south. i grew up in birmingham, alabama and biloxi, mississippi, so i can really really see your perspective. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)